Where once the world narrowed into naught but gray dust and desolation, the gods called for life. Wielding the elements of fire and light, dark and wind, earth and water, spark and time, they have created Helovia. The realm is set within the mythical globe of Loorien, a planet rich with all variety of creatures and blessed with all manner of magic. Originally populated by nomadic, tribal characters, they've since grown into massive empires saturated with culture and history. Separated into four distinct segments of Helovia, called "The Regions," each band of horse strong enough and capable enough, took up the power and responsibility of leadership. Unicorns, old, wise and mysterious, took to the north, hidden in forests of mists and shadows and rarely making themselves known beyond their cliffs of the World's Edge. Equines, vast, organized and militaristic, split into two, one group went north to the Windtossed Foothills and the other group went south to the Dragon's Throat. Pegasus remained nomadic, making their homes in various parts of The Wilds in a migratory manner. For many generations, the land was peaceful and calm, but peace was never the way of the gods. With a clash of argument, war and bloodshed massacred Helovia, and in the aftermath, the realm was eerily quiet. Now, as newcomers sweep into this land, they are met with the lingering bitterness of the gods and the struggle to reclaim what was lost. Nothing remains safe or certain while sorcerers and soldiers alike brood and bide their time for revenge, honor and glory.

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Kaos :: The Beginning of the End☼ - 6/2017 - Kaos placed Helovia in a time-bubble for a short period of time, but the Helovian gods are fighting back. But Kaos is powerful- far more powerful than anyone thought. This may be the beginning of the end of Helovia as we know it.

Endless Night :: Broken Magic Plot☼ - 8/30/13 - The earth god has returned and is walking across Helovia to heal the land. Every area can now be considered lush and prosperous, but the sun has still not risen.

☼ - 7/19/13 - The moon has risen in the sky, heralding the return of the Goddess of the moon. Lamp trees which light the paths have grown brighter, moon flowers which grow in dark places have begun to grow and prosper and the world is brighter, filled with a new hope.

Endless Night :: Dead Magic Plot☼ - 6/22/13 - The gods of Helovia, in order to protect the world, have disappeared into the rift, leaving the world sunless, moonless and magic-less in their absence. Only the herdlands have a source of light, but lamp-trees with glowing leaves and branches sporadically line the popular roads and paths from place to place.

Doppleganger Plot☼ - 6/20/13 - The God of Time is still struggling to close the rift though which the dopplegangers have come. He has requested that his brothers and sister assist in closing this hole, but without knowing why it opened, the task is proving difficult. Magic still remains faulty and hard to control, but the herdlands continue to be places of refuge for those who are fortunate enough to call these lands home.

ORANGEMOON cools off the lands with a a viscious force. Colder than normal, a sign of things to come during Frostfall, Helovia is bathed in a rich tropical lushness - albiet a cold one. The coastlines of the Dragon's Throat are pelted constantly by tidal waves, and the desert climate is humid but chilly. Ice begins to form early in the Aurora Basin leaving the winding trails slick and dangerous. The mists of the World's Edge coat everything in a glistening crystalline shine which encourages mould to grow everywhere. The Spectral Marsh is the only area which remains fertile, blissfully temperature and lush.

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Character of the Month for
June, 2017

WEAVER, Corporal of the Aurora Basin, is a relatively recent addition to Helovia and has taken it by storm. Branded with the seal of Death on her chest, intrigue and interest follow both her past and present. Though she is assuredly beautiful, her sometimes sharp personality reveals that there is more to this uni-peg hybrid than meets the eye. Proving herself able on the battlefield in the Basin’s warrior ranks, we can’t wait to see her test her mettle against the looming Kaos happenings! Congratulations!

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Year SixFrostfalli :: Quilyan finds Resplendence after searching hopelessly for Rueii :: Quilyan confronts Kaj as a result of his own guilt for not being there for Resplendenceiii :: Quilyan attends the kick-off for the Winter Wonderland festival in the Hidden Fallsiv :: Quilyan attends the bonfire of the Winter Wonderland festival in the Hidden FallsBirdsongNone.TallsunNone.Orangemooni :: Quilyan awakes in the Halcyon Flats without his memoryii :: Resplendence guides Quilyan to the north, helping him toward the Dragon's Throat*iii :: Quilyan seeks out Nasreen*iv :: Quilyan wanders the Heart Caves*

Year SevenFrostfalli :: Quilyan accidentally finds Rue and struggles to remember who she is*ii :: Quilyan tries to make new friends
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He flies through the darkness, far above the craggy recesses that hide the world's monsters, though he fears that they can reach him even here, far above the surface of the earth; besides, everything he cares about lies below, under the threat of the creeping, seeping darkness. If he could fight it all off, he would - of course he would, but he cannot. He is not a warrior - he hasn't the discipline or the training to excel in that field. No, he has taken to the skies as a lookout, a scout of sorts. He is well-versed in the art of flirtation and persuasion, having traded in secrets for much of his young life, and though this task is not nearly the same, it requires a similar shifty turn of mind. This game requires him to stay one step ahead, but unlike the games of his childhood - indeed, unlike the games of his adulthood - failure means the death of those he holds dear.

Zarina clings to his banner, her fur standing on end. He feels her fear through the bond, and though she is but a miniature monkey, she longs to find the bad thing and kill it, if only so she can get her beauty rest again. He tries to soothe her, but her discontent is catching, and he finds that his words of comfort are empty. If she were not connected to his mind, he might be able to persuade her to calm, but she knows that he lies when he tells her she is safe. The truth is, he doesn't know if any of them are, and it makes him uneasy. He wishes once more for a clear enemy, for even he who avoids outright battle would prefer that to this. Below, the little herd is led by his little mare, and though his heart swells with pride in how far she has come, he is afraid. Is he close enough to protect her if something jumps from the shadows? Is he far enough to keep a lookout?

Finally, at long last, they reach a cavernous opening that seems to be providing shelter for many Helovians. The prince is not pleased, having visited this cave not long before and encountering a monster that had sucked the happiness from their very minds. But I won, he thinks, forcing himself to think brave thoughts. It does not make him feel any better. As the last of their caravan picks their way into the cave, he folds his wing and falls, carefully navigating through the opening of the cave and finding a place to land. He picks his way over to their group, silent as a shadow, and comes to rest beside Resplendence, who seems to have managed to hold onto at least a shred of sanity despite her obvious terror. If anyone else has spoken, he has arrived too late to catch their words; he offers his own to his princess, leaning to brush his muzzle against her forehead, as if to remind himself that she is, in fact, real.